Mother Load

Holly Lace noticed her panties felt weird. Something thick and sticky plastered between her thighs. Typical fuck-up. She peeled them off and stared at the mess, then her bedroom door creaked open just wide enough for her to spot the culprit, a thick, hanging cock bobbing in the doorway. No point pretending. She knelt, wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and got to work. Tongue flat, lips sliding, she sucked hard enough to pull whatever was left right out of him. Every sloppy pull, every messy slurp. If that load had started in those boxers, she wanted confirmation straight from the source. She kept going until nothing else came out, mouth working like she had something to prove.